One morning a rich merchant was walking in the marketplace in Baghdad
As he looked across the street he suddenly saw the figure of Death beckoning to him
The terrified man rushed home, mounted his fastest horse, and rode a hundred miles to Samara
He booked a room at the inn and locked himself inside
That night there was a knock on the door of the room
He opened it there stood Death
"why did you beckon me in the marketplace in Baghdad today" asked the man
"I was not beckoning you" said Death
"I was merely surprised to see you in Baghdad since I knew that tonight we had an appointment in Samarra"
